  My fairest child, I have no song to give you, No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray. Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day:— Be good, sweet maid, And let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long; And so make life, death, and that vast forever, One grand, sweet song. —Charles Kingsley. |
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